Keeping me humble

Shifter here. So, let's face it, I'm not the kind of guy who needs all that much encouragement to stay humble. I hope. I mean, I run, but I run SLOW. I work, but I don't work as hard as many. I achieve, but if I wasn't so damn lazy I could achieve more. And I'm cool with that, with knowing my place in the scheme of things, or my lack of a place therein.

However, every now and then someone or something comes along to really help me stay humble. I run into somebody who is so freaking SMART that I can't even follow their train of thought. My daughter demolishes me at a game. Etc.

Today, yet another event occurred to help me stay as centered, down to earth, and self-effacing as I need to be. My brother in law, who until I talked him into it had never even done a marathon, finished his first 100 MILE ULTRA MARATHON today. I don't even know why they call it an ultra-marathon. Once you blow by 26.2 miles, and then triple or almost quadruple it, you shouldn't even mention "marathon." Marathons are a Sunday stroll when you're at that level. It's an "Ultra," plain and simple, but since people may want to ask you an "ultra - what?" you have to clarify that it's an Ultra Really Long Run, and for most sane people "Really Long Run" = marathon. But I digress.

The point is, here's Shifter, typing in awe. Nice going bro.